Tonight on Adventures in Parenting:

Driving home with the boys. Donaven wants to stop at the gas station again. I said no since we had stopped earlier.

Donaven: Are they closed? They don’t look closed. (driving by the gas station) See? I knew they were open. I know. We aren’t gonna stop. That’s ok.

Driving by the cemetery…

Donaven: Now the cemetery? Yeah, that’s closed.

Me: The cemetery is closed? Did they kick everyone out? Sir? I know you died 40 years ago, but the cemetery is closing now. You have to leave. Take your dirt with you, please.

I might know where my kids get it.

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Who am I?

I’ve walked a path I didn’t ask for, guided by a God I can’t ignore. I don’t wear titles well—writer, teacher, leader—they fit like borrowed armor. But I know this: I’ve bled truth onto a page, challenged what I was told to swallow, and led only because I refused to follow where I couldn’t see Christ.

I don’t see greatness in the mirror. I see someone ordinary, shaped by pain and made resilient through it. I’m not above anyone. I’m not below anyone. I’m just trying to live what I believe and document the war inside so others know they aren’t alone.

If you’re looking for polished answers, you won’t find them here.
But if you’re looking for honesty, tension, paradox, and a relentless pursuit of truth,
you’re in the right place.

If you’re unsure of what path to follow or disillusioned with the world today and are willing to walk with me along this path I follow, you’ll never be alone. Everyone is welcome and invited to participate as much as they feel comfortable with.

Now, welcome home. I’m Don.

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